Sunday’s elegance

Today, I feel like drinking ice-cold coffee while reading one of Haruki Murakami’s book in the local cafe.

I guess, I am one of those loners, who can survive without any company. And so, I was thinking that this ‘special’ trait of mine kinda suggests traveling by myself. And it is really hard to get rid of these thoughts.

No guts, no glory?

Or is this even a ‘gutsy’ issue?

More likely that at this moment, the problem is that instead of drinking liquids alone in the city, I should get a job or at least turbinate the current Babs (yeah I’m cocky enough to write all of this in the third person).